"No, no, I never dare to question the skill of Uncle Zhong..."
Zhong Bo waved his hand majesticly, beckoning Zhang Yuan not to say more, then he looked around and saw that he was a little unhappy and didn't find what he was looking for, so he picked up the white wooden chair he was sitting on just now. Unexpectedly, the old man looked weak, but his strength was so great that he pulled the wooden chair apart with two pulls, then found a thin wooden strip from it and walked to the bow.
Zhuge Xiaowen's yacht is really not small, and the front deck is big enough. Uncle Zhong is standing in the middle of the deck, standing against the wind. The sea breeze blows his loose hem and trousers, which really feels like a fairy wind.
Afterwards, Uncle Zhong moved, and saw him walking on the deck in a peculiar way with a sharp body, steady and brisk footsteps, which looked a bit like a great god.
Then, the speed of his body rotation gradually increased, turning left and right, and stepping on the right position of Tai Chi and two instruments. Every kick kicked out was accurately positioned in the middle of the eight hanging positions, and his body quickly rotated continuously, making people visible. Dazzled.
Although Zhang Yuan didn’t know anything about gossip, Fan Jiaojiao was holding these all day long. He knew a little bit about the blackness near the ink. So he saw that Uncle Zhong’s work was in line with the principles of Chinese gossip. Steps, steps, including holding them. The wooden sword-like shape comes from the easy management of Tai Chi.
Suddenly, the oncoming wind on the sea changed its direction, and the sea breeze changed from blowing into a rotating air current, and the center of the rotation was the uncle Zhong who was jumping on the front deck. Then, Zhang Yuan actually saw the figure of Uncle Zhong turned into one, and the eight figures were still spinning and beating in the same movement, and the white wooden stick in his hand was extremely fierce, constantly moving towards the sky. Stab out...
Zhang Yuan stared blankly. He really didn't think that Uncle Zhong was not only amazing in his gambling skills, but his skill was so powerful that he could drive the sea breeze to revolve with his own power.
Suddenly, Uncle Zhong stopped his footsteps and said, "The Eight-Eight-Six-Four-Style Turning Cloud Palm!" Uncle Zhong gave a low growl and suddenly raised his hand.
I saw that the white wooden strips pierced into the air like a meteor.
Zhang Yuan thought he was done, and just wanted to walk over.
Suddenly, Uncle Zhong yelled again, "Go away!"
Zhang Yuan already felt something wrong at this time, only feeling a strong air current, making his feet unstable, as if he was going to spin with him.
"It's too powerful, it's too powerful!" Zhang Yuan fell to the ground and took a few steps back before he stood firm.
I saw that Uncle Zhong's gaze was still following the white wooden strip, which was exhausted at this time, and it fell down quickly.
Zhang Yuan looked at the wooden stick nervously like Uncle Zhong, and couldn't help clenching his fists.
The wooden slats did not fall into the boat, but plunged straight into the calm sea level.
Just as the stick was about to pierce the sea, Uncle Zhong immediately jumped up again, and then pushed his palms to the sky.
"Broken!" Uncle Zhong yelled up to the sky!
"Boom!" A loud thunder resounded through the sky and the earth, a white lightning descending from the sky appeared out of thin air, hitting the white wooden strips accurately, and the wooden strips were smashed to pieces, and the powerful current seemed to explode. It also split a hole in the sea not far away, and the water splashed up high, even hitting Zhang Yuan's body.
"Awesome?" Uncle Zhong clapped his hands and walked over calmly, looking at Zhang Yuan who was dumbfounded, he couldn't help laughing.
"Awesome." Zhang Yuan nodded heartily, and then suddenly, Uncle Zhong unexpectedly asked him again: "How about reclaiming the sea than Yishan?"
"Of course it's not as good as..." Uncle Zhong said, and he found that something was wrong, and immediately changed his words: "Removing mountains and reclaiming the sea, it is true or false, or not believing it is more powerful than my eight-eight-six-four-style cloud palm. "
"Since it is so powerful, why are you driven by Long Baichuan?" Zhang Yuan suddenly turned his head and stared at Uncle Zhong's eyes.
Uncle Zhong's face changed, and he immediately returned to normal. He smiled and said, "What are you talking about, who is driven by Long Baichuan? Didn't I help you win his bet?"
"Yes, I am very grateful that you helped me win the bet, but I was thinking at the time, is Long Baichuan stupid? I didn't bring my bet with him. Even if he wins, shouldn't I be wronged by him? Do you really think my character is so good? I can't understand this question."
"I don't know." Uncle Zhong's face has begun to look ugly.
Zhang Yuan said again: "Until last night, Zhuge Xiaowen told me that the noble person who saved me in the hexagram was you, but the villain who harmed me was still you. At that moment, I suddenly found the answer, because Long Baichuan is fundamental. I don’t want to win! His purpose is to send you to me and defraud my trust! To deceive my formula! So this bet is a trick! Am I right? My loyal uncle?"
"A bunch of nonsense! It's entirely your guess! There is no actual evidence!" Uncle Zhong roared.
"No! There is evidence! Do you know where your biggest flaw lies?" Zhang Yuan sneered: "Your flaw lies in the deck of cards!"
Although Uncle Zhong would never admit that he was with Long Baichuan, he was still very interested in Zhang Yuan's problems. In their opinion, this set was almost impeccable, so how could there be flaws that were seen by others
"What playing cards? You kid didn't say clearly today, I'm not welcome with you!" Zhong Bo said coldly.
"Of course I want you to lose and understand." Zhang Yuan continued: "After the gambling game yesterday, you know what Xiaowen did? She went to reweight all the cards that were used at that time. You can't think of the ones that are used up. Xiaowen did not lose the discarded card, and she repeated the original. Do you know what she found?" Zhang Yuan looked at Uncle Zhong, and said without him needing to answer: "She found that except for the ones that fell from Long Baichuan's sleeves. There are not more cards used late, and not too many cards!"
"But what does this mean?" Uncle Zhong still didn't understand what Zhang Yuan meant.
"Then let me tell you what this means." Zhang Yuan curled his lips, "If according to your statement, Long Baichuan has constructed an enchantment and changed his hole card 7 to 10 of spades, and this is the 10 of spades. What came? Naturally, it was brought from Long Baichuan's sleeve. If this is the case, then there must be an extra 10 of spades and a 7 of less squares in the cards used that night, but the final result is that the cards are not. Not too much, so Uncle Zhong, what do you mean by this?"
Uncle Zhong was speechless when asked.
"This shows that Long Baichuan didn't actually smoke Laoqian! It shows that he didn't set up a barrier to exchange cards! It shows that Uncle Zhong, your old man is lying!